Quotes About Emotion

I remember feeling it even then- the sensation that your heart weighs more than your body- that it might burst out of your chest and splatter all over the wall. I suppose it's called loneliness.

I didn't want to go through all the shit anymore- the feeling of being so fucking in love every single day that it hurt like a gunshot in your gut. Who the hell would want to feel like that for the rest of their life?

I could actually see LOVE—not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing.

Eliza, my pancreas.

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see LOVE- not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living, breathing thing. I'd known for a long time that LOVE had a sound, but after Adam left, I wasn't sure it had a face and body too.

I told her she was brave and she said, "I'm not brave, I'm in love." Ha. Same goddamn thing.

Happiness is elusive, for sure.But like love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.

He turned and looked up at me with the face of a needy child and the eyes of an ancient shaman.

A song." I said aloud. "What?" "The whole time Adam and I were together, he never wrote a song for me." Vera looked like she was trying to think of an appropriate response to such a stupid desire. "He was a drummer. You hate it when drummers sing.

Happiness is elusive, for sure.But lime love, and music, I believe in it because I can feel it.

She smiled at him in the way you would smile at someone if they'd saved your life.

Absorbing his words was like taking a drink of hot tea. They burned on the way down, but soothed my insides once they had time to cool off.

Remember this moment, my friend the tape recorder. Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.

I need you. I need to hear your voice." I pressed the delete button.

I didn't know if he was crying for what he'd lost, or for what he'd never had, but there was a beauty in his tears that moved me more than I could ever explain with words—a beauty in the honesty of his sadness, in the grace of it's purity. It was holy water raining down from the clouds in his eyes, falling to the sand then being carried back to the source from which it came—his blessed sea.

But for me, the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie. Like a benevolent god, a good song will never let you down.

the power of music rests in its ability to reach inside and touch the places where the deepest cuts lie.

I want to stumble across something on the sidewalk and pretend she dropped it: a flower petal, a scarf. And then I want to set it on fire.

Fear won't keep you safe from being hurt.

the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy—the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred—the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.

I feel like we grew in the same womb or something. Like we've been connected from the beginning by blood and veins. Siamese soul lovers, if there could ever be such a thing.

Eliza believes in me, she moves me, and she's moved BY me. She makes me happy, she makes me sad, she makes me try harder, she makes me laugh, and she makes me feel like I can fly. Isn't that the goddamn definition of love?

Tell me what you listen to and I'll tell you who you are." Paul

You weren't to know how your touch with the teaspoon stirred me…